Explore My Mind

Diamond In The Rough

Clean cut crystals, sparkling under night lights-
28 carats of shimmering gold,
And I’m blinded by all their twinkling refractions-
The brilliance of it is getting caught in my eyes,
My tears are dull compared to that clarity,
Perfect prisms of stolen starlight.

But now I’m getting closer,
Starting to inspect the dream-
Finding broken edges at the ends of fraying seams.
The gold plating peeling off the copper setting,
The markings are all faked –
The fantasy breaks – apart – shattered into tiny shards
I only thought I loved you when I was standing from afar
I won’t be the last –
But you not a diamond;
Just shiny broken glass.